Billy

an old man sits in the corner and plays his beet up guitar seen some days he is singing songs of peasants and kings the people are hanging on the story he brings he goes by old billy , old billy mcbride wherever he goes that guitar is by his side he walks the long road an rests under the sky you might hear him or see him walking on by he been in the grand halls and played with the best all the players gamblers and most of the rest the rum ran freely and gin took neet and the potions made by the men on the street so billy mcbride sing your song with pride to all who happen to fall by your side to tell it and breath it and think it you do and this is the song i wrote down for you r.i.p my good friend bill who i will never forget ... luv you gumbo ..k